CLICKETY-CLACK: A POEM
My feet are good for walking and my mouth is good for talking and sometimes they say and do things I don’t want them to. There’s a time to walk away and there’s a time to stay. There’s a time for speaking aloud and a time for biting tongues. I’ve far from mastered timing, it’s always been a flaw of mine. I’ve stood still for too long and I’ve spoken too quickly, I’ve walked away too fast and held my tongue when it needed to be let go, but, I’ll keep trying to figure out when exactly I’m supposed to do what. It’s likely I’ll still be figuring out when to do what when I’m too old to remember what I was trying to do in the first place. It seems pointless to dwell on mistakes or to bask in glory of success, but it seems meaningful to at least make the effort to learn. I’ll be learning long beyond my final breaths but at least I’m trying. I’ll try today, try some more tomorrow much as I tried yesterday, in the meantime I wrote down some words and called them Clickety-Clack.
CLICKETY-CLACK
My feet go
Clickety-Clack
Pittety-Pat
Tippety-Tap
My words go
Tickety-Tack
Spittety-Spat
Slippety-Slap
My head knows
Don’t wanna go back
To aimless chitter-chat
And fake backslaps
Don’t want to know
My mind’s soundtrack
Trading tit for tat
Selling shit and buying crap
Cheap words on tip toes
Trying to see clear
Deep words in a false pose
Making the distant seem near
Doors open and doors close
Crowds boo and crowds cheer
Turn up your nose
At the thoughts I hold dear
My head knows
Don’t want to go back
To your false chitter chat
And shameless backslaps
So listen to my feet go
Clickety-Clack
Pittety-Pat
Tippety-Tap
Listen to my words go
Tickety-Tack
Spittety-Spat
Slippety-Slap
